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[Fred/Miami]
yea, this beat here was created in the hampas
and dropped in manhattan, yea

[Chopper/Young City]
Bad Boys da label
Dofats da man
Chopper Citys yo nigga
front wall wit 'em (na na na na)
take it far wit' 'em (na na na na)
put yo back against the wall wit 'em (na na na na)

[Fred]
Chopper city let em know

[Chopper]
man i believin in gettin rich or die tryin, niggas is tender-o
and im a warrior like ninja stroke
it ain't nothin i can show u how to pimp a hoe
and if u want it u can get it nigga friend or foe
i keeps that mac-nilly low
itchy for somethin to crack so i can snap like whatchu drillin fo, shit
i keeps it gutter man u know how i dos it
im strikin caters by definition and stickin and movin
whatchu know about shootouts for half an hours
if u dont u niggas is jive and act as cowards
u bout to witness city reach towards massive power
boss man, i can get u niggas wacked in showers
im well known for what i do, the feens call me captain powder
if u want it u can call on chopper (chopper)
fetty is something that yo boy desire
i keep that metal thing-a-ma-jiggy the colors of copper, holla

[Chorus(Chopper)]2X
I keeps it gangsta,
You can ask my niggas cuz they know, they know
Im a hustler thats bout the bay soul, bay soul
If you wit me then let them kids blow, kids blow
Throw 'em up and let ur nuts hang low noow

[Fred/Miami]
i name haters cuz i fuel of they energy
im in the same business as that motherfucker on the roof who shot Kennedy
waitin for center sing, and see the glory of pain
you know the story bout the boy wit' a name, he did thangs,
like kill people and stole cain', the hood got 3 names
life, death or entertain
that settles the light, and them box is the d-word
and the house by the lake with the yacht is the keyword
fuck it the V-word, and she word
Da Band, we word, gon p di-nner
man we prolly gon flash when he hear these words
but fuck it i love that nigga he the reason we hurr
if it wasn't for him, id be livin to see dirrt
now lil F.P. and me we see curbs
pin 'em, fuck it the winters are tenda so we splurge
when niggas who treat my like jerry and duce steword

[Chorus(Chopper)]2X
I keeps it gangsta,
You can ask my niggas cuz they know, they know
Im a hustler thats bout the bay soul, bay soul
If you wit me then let them kids blow, kids blow
Throw 'em up and let ur nuts hang low noow

[Chopper/Young City]
all i do is chill, blonde hoes with a sparklin grill
smoke, stroke, grind and count dough by the mil, thats real
i ride the wheels till they fall off
say they still where they sawed off
ready to blow her arm off
Oh Lord, you dont want them problems we do
im not that bad, so u know the boy bad news
i bruise your crew then ride out
then head to the hide-out
i stay with the blinds out
to clear they whole block out (Gunshot)

[Fred/Miami]
and now they said fred u need to chill
im in them bad boys way before martin or will
im somewhere, parked in the hills
on the southside of germany, this where the game has earned me
supportin my skills
man them girls like freddy u need to stop
how i came threw life grippin and made cleveland hot
how they get 'em on the flo' and make 'em breath then stop
like Q took it in the air and i bet she get in my drop

[Chorus(Chopper)]2X
I keeps it gangsta,
You can ask my niggas cuz they know, they know
Im a hustler thats bout the bay soul, bay soul
If you wit me then let them kids blow, kids blow
Throw 'em up and let ur nuts hang low noow

[Chopper]
now the south side ridde

[Fred]
c'mon c'mon look out

[Chopper]
huh now what u said freddy p uh
[Fred/Miami]   yea, this beat here was created in the hampas   and dropped in manhattan, yea      [Chopper/Young City]   Bad Boys da label   Dofats da man   Chopper Citys yo nigga   front wall wit 'em (na na na na)   take it far wit' 'em (na na na na)   put yo back against the wall wit 'em (na na na na)      [Fred]   Chopper city let em know      [Chopper]   man i believin in gettin rich or die tryin, niggas is tender-o   and im a warrior like ninja stroke   it ain't nothin i can show u how to pimp a hoe   and if u want it u can get it nigga friend or foe   i keeps that mac-nilly low    itchy for somethin to crack so i can snap like whatchu drillin fo, shit   i keeps it gutter man u know how i dos it    im strikin caters by definition and stickin and movin   whatchu know about shootouts for half an hours   if u dont u niggas is jive and act as cowards   u bout to witness city reach towards massive power   boss man, i can get u niggas wacked in showers   im well known for what i do, the feens call me captain powder   if u want it u can call on chopper (chopper)   fetty is something that yo boy desire    i keep that metal thing-a-ma-jiggy the colors of copper, holla      [Chorus(Chopper)]2X   I keeps it gangsta,   You can ask my niggas cuz they know, they know   Im a hustler thats bout the bay soul, bay soul   If you wit me then let them kids blow, kids blow   Throw 'em up and let ur nuts hang low noow      [Fred/Miami]   i name haters cuz i fuel of they energy   im in the same business as that motherfucker on the roof who shot Kennedy   waitin for center sing, and see the glory of pain   you know the story bout the boy wit' a name, he did thangs,   like kill people and stole cain', the hood got 3 names   life, death or entertain   that settles the light, and them box is the d-word   and the house by the lake with the yacht is the keyword   fuck it the V-word, and she word   Da Band, we word, gon p di-nner   man we prolly gon flash when he hear these words   but fuck it i love that nigga he the reason we hurr   if it wasn't for him, id be livin to see dirrt   now lil F.P. and me we see curbs   pin 'em, fuck it the winters are tenda so we splurge   when niggas who treat my like jerry and duce steword      [Chorus(Chopper)]2X   I keeps it gangsta,   You can ask my niggas cuz they know, they know   Im a hustler thats bout the bay soul, bay soul   If you wit me then let them kids blow, kids blow   Throw 'em up and let ur nuts hang low noow      [Chopper/Young City]   all i do is chill, blonde hoes with a sparklin grill   smoke, stroke, grind and count dough by the mil, thats real   i ride the wheels till they fall off    say they still where they sawed off   ready to blow her arm off   Oh Lord, you dont want them problems we do   im not that bad, so u know the boy bad news   i bruise your crew then ride out   then head to the hide-out   i stay with the blinds out   to clear they whole block out (Gunshot)      [Fred/Miami]   and now they said fred u need to chill   im in them bad boys way before martin or will   im somewhere, parked in the hills   on the southside of germany, this where the game has earned me   supportin my skills   man them girls like freddy u need to stop   how i came threw life grippin and made cleveland hot   how they get 'em on the flo' and make 'em breath then stop   like Q took it in the air and i bet she get in my drop      [Chorus(Chopper)]2X   I keeps it gangsta,   You can ask my niggas cuz they know, they know   Im a hustler thats bout the bay soul, bay soul   If you wit me then let them kids blow, kids blow   Throw 'em up and let ur nuts hang low noow      [Chopper]   now the south side ridde      [Fred]    c'mon c'mon look out      [Chopper]   huh now what u said freddy p uh
 
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